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Big Bad Boss
Mated
Werewolves of Wall Street
Book 4
Renee Rose
Lee Savino
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
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Chapter One
Madi
My breasts flatten against the floor-to-ceiling windowpane in my office where I’m pinned by over two hundred and fifty pounds of solid muscle. Brick’s hand is between my legs, my skirt rucked up to my waist. I’m wearing thigh-highs, and his fingers are under the gusset of my panties, penetrating me.
“Brick!” I gasp.
“Not yet,” my former Big Bad Boss growls in my ear. “You don’t get to come until I come, Ms. Evans.” With his free hand, he slaps my ass. “I’ve been blue-balled all” –he spanks me again, “day” –his fingers arc inside me– “long” –he bites my neck– “thinking about you.”
If he keeps it up, I will come on the next thrust. “I fail…to see how that’s my fault.” My tone doesn’t match my words. It’s husky, and I’m out of breath.
“Sassy, I see.” Brick’s lips are right behind my ear. His warm breath feathers across my skin. He yanks down my panties. “I’m going to take care of my rather pressing need” –he allows me to feel the part of his anatomy he wants to press into me– “and then I’m going to consider what form of punishment your daily reprimand will take.” I hear the rustle of his pants and the sound of his zipper. “Now spread those legs, Ms. Evans.”
It’s a little hard with my panties around my thighs, so I shimmy my hips to drop them around my stilettos.
It doesn’t matter. Brick’s already losing control. He’s beyond noticing whether I complied with his order. He pulls my hips back to meet his thrust, impaling me in one swift motion.
I gasp. As always, it’s too rough, but perfectly delicious. I love how feral Brick gets, how desperate and dommy he becomes by the end of every day. I love knowing he needs to be inside me so badly he can’t wait until we get home. That he has to lock my office door, shove everything off my desk, and put his mouth between my legs before he can even think about driving me back to our penthouse.
Tonight is no exception. I had to stay late to prepare for a meeting with our French subsidiary tomorrow, so it’s 7:30 now. No one is left on the top floor where Eleanor and I run things.
Which is a good thing because if anyone were around, they would hear just how loudly Brick makes me scream when he’s this wound up.
He braces one hand against the windowpane beside my face and uses the other to hold my hips in place as he pounds into me. “I said, spread those legs, Ms. Evans.”
I guess he did notice.
I widen my stance, which makes my pelvis tip back more. Brick’s cock plunges in deeper, bottoming out against my G-spot.
“Brick!” I gasp.
“Don’t, Brick me, Madison Evans. I know you want to come. But what did I tell you?”
“I have…to wait,” I gasp. I’m already losing the ability to form sentences.
“That’s right.” He slams in harder.
“Oh God,” I moan.
“Take it, little human.”
“I…I can’t,” I sob. Of course, I can. I am. And it’s so good. But I’m getting desperate to come.
“If I’m too rough, it’s because my wolf wants something from you.”
My brain is really not computing. I don’t have any idea what Brick means.
But maybe it’s Brick who isn’t making sense because his thrusts grow wilder. He loses his rhythm and his breath.
The hand holding my hips in place shifts to the front.
Knowing what’s coming, the quakes begin in my legs. Pleasure blooms in my core.
“Do you know what he wants, Madison?” Brick’s fingers hover right above my clit. He taps it once. “He wants…”
Brick loses concentration. He sucks in a harsh breath and holds it. “Now,” he commands, plunging deep as he comes. He finally touches my clit, and I cry out, my orgasm full and powerful. My internal muscles pull Brick’s cock deeper.
Brick keeps rubbing my clit, wringing shiver after shiver from me, making my orgasm last longer than I would’ve thought humanly possible.
When it’s over, I can’t even stand. I sag back into Brick’s arms, and he scoops me up and carries me to my desk, where he sits in my chair with me cradled in his lap.
“He wants pups, Madi. My wolf wants pups.”
Brick
Madi’s dazed look sharpens on my face. “What?”
Fuck. I didn’t mean to bring up the pups thing. We already talked about it. She just started a new job running the largest cosmetics company in the world. The one she will likely inherit. She’s not ready to start a family.
I shake my head. “Just sex-talk, Windows. I didn’t mean it.”
She blinks. “But is it true? Your wolf wants to breed me?”
I scrub a hand over my face. “I don’t know if I’d put it that way.”
“Your wolf always seems to have new demands of me, doesn’t he? Please tell me you’re not going to go moon mad if I don’t get pregnant in the next six months.”
I smile. “Not going to go moon mad. But frequent copulation will be a necessity. You’ve been warned.”
Her lids droop, and she nuzzles into my neck. “No complaints, here, Big Bad.”
I grip her chin and claim her mouth, making sure she’s been thoroughly kissed before I climb to my feet with her still in my arms. “Let’s go. I didn’t get to feed you tonight, and that makes my wolf grumpy. I need you naked and in my bed.”
“Our bed.”
I halt and catch her eyes. “Our bed. You know that everything that’s mine is yours, right?” Against Eagle’s lawyerly advice, I added Madi to every account and created a new will to make her my beneficiary, along with my niece and nephew. If something happened to me, I need to be sure Auggie could take the helm of the company and the pack when he’s of age.
Madison’s gaze is soft. “I know.”
I start to carry her toward the door, but she points at her panties on the floor. I stoop to pick them up without letting go of my prize. “You could get rid of every piece of furniture, art, and belonging I have in the penthouse and fill it with new things of your choosing if you wanted. Or fill it with things we choose together. In fact, let’s do that. I want you to feel like it’s your home. I know you left Brooklyn for me.”
“I was only teasing, Brick. I know you want me to feel like it’s my home. It’s all still an adjustment, but I’m getting there.”
“Well, let’s move my stuff out. We’ll get there faster.”
“There’s no reason to move all your perfectly good furniture out of the penthouse.” Madi kicks her sexy heels to punctuate her words.
I carry her to the elevator.
“The adjustment I’m more concerned about encouraging is with my family,” Madi says.
Once more, I stop. My wolf needs to solve any problem she names. Any block to our togetherness. Anything that bothers my mate must be fixed.
“Your mom doesn’t trust me,” I guess.
Madison shrugs. “I keep trying to show her how different you are from my sperm donor, but I think me taking this job at the same time I move in with you has made her lump my whole new life in with the Harringtons.”
“What about Brayden?”
She leans out of my arms to hit the elevator button. “He’s an eighteen-year-old guy. He doesn’t have that much of an opinion on my love life.”
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“Would he like a car?” I step onto the elevator and hit the garage button. Madi has a parking spot reserved for me in the underground lot.
“No, Brick.” Madi sounds exasperated. I’m still learning that money doesn’t fix anything where her family is concerned. In fact, it tends to exacerbate problems. “He doesn’t even know how to drive. You already bought an entire building near NYU, so he could walk from home to school.”
“He doesn’t know how to drive?” I pick up that thread. “I’ll teach him.”
Madi relaxes in my arms. “That would be…really great. He’s never had a father figure. Not that I’m saying you’re old enough to be his father.”
“Except, I am.” I shift her in my arms, so she’s straddling my waist, and I press her against the elevator wall. I need to be inside her. Again.
It’s ridiculous how much I need my mate.
“I’ll take him out to the Berkshires where he can practice on the back roads.”
“That would be fun.”
“Wait.” I press my hips against hers. “Do you know how to drive?”
“Nope.”
“I’ll teach both of you. Aubrey, too, if she wants.”
Some of the light goes out of Madi’s face. “I don’t know if she would want to.” There’s a vague sense of defeat in Madi that I don’t like.
The elevator opens onto the ground level, and I carry her out to the Jag. “Does she hate me?”
“No.” Madi’s not entirely convincing. “I mean, she doesn’t like you. But I don’t think it’s quite that. I think…we miss each other.”
My brow furrows. I’m completely out of my depth here. Female relationships are beyond me. Human female relationships are even farther out of reach. Then it dawns on me. “I’m monopolizing all your free time.”
“It’s not just that.” The defeat is present in her voice again.
“What is it?” I reluctantly lower my mate to her feet and open the passenger door for her.
She sighs as she slides into the car. When I climb into the driver’s side, she says, “We’re growing apart. She thinks I’ve changed. Which, I guess I have with the Luna thing and all. But I can’t tell her about that. I can’t tell her anything, and it means we don’t have all that much to talk about anymore. I’m now this rich COO of Torrent Cosmetics, living with my billionaire boyfriend. I’m the kind of person she stages protests against. I’m sure she thinks she doesn’t even know me. I hate it.”
I hate that she hates it.
The wolf in me wants to tear someone’s throat out. The CEO wants to fire someone. The billionaire wants to throw money at the problem to make it go away. Of course, none of those actions would help.
My phone rings, but I ignore it as I drive out onto the street. “So I guess inviting her to the Berkshires wouldn’t help.”
“Not really. She’s like my mom. Highly suspicious of wealth.”
“Text her and see if she wants to hang out with you tomorrow night.”
Madi gives me a glance. “Like, at our place?”
My phone rings again. I ignore it. “At hers. You guys can watch an eighties movie or whatever it was you did together.”
She pulls out her phone, but before she can text, it lights up with a call. Her eyebrows pop in surprise. “It’s Billy. That must’ve been who was calling you.”
She hits the speaker button as she answers. “Billy? What’s up?”
“Is Brick there?” I don’t like the tension in his voice.
“What is it?” I growl.
“We have a problem.”
Chapter Two
Madi
“Here’s the problem.” Billy paces in front of us. We’re all gathered in a private meeting room in the billionaire row building that houses our city residence. The mood is tense, reflected on the faces of the guys. “The king of Manhattan reached out. He wants to see you.”
“What for?” Brick growls. He’s at my side, standing rigid.
“Back when you were facing all the challengers at Blue Moon, you told me to watch over your mate,” Billy says. “I knew we might have to go on the run and would need friends in high places. So I called him for a favor.”
Everyone in the room groans.
“I didn’t even end up needing his help,” Billy protests.
“It doesn’t matter. He’ll make you pay just for making the phone call to him,” Nickel says.
“Hold up, guys,” I say. The meeting reminds me of my assistant days when they’d fire questions and answers to each other around the conference table at lightning speed. I followed along in silence just fine then, but now I have a voice at the table, and I’m going to use it. “Slow down. You need to explain what’s going on. Starting with…there’s a king of Manhattan?"
“Yes. Thaddeus the vampire king.”
“Vampires are real?” I say. Brick stiffens beside me, a low rumble in his chest. His wolf is upset. “Never mind. Of course they are.”
“Vampires are territorial. They kill each other off more often than not. The more powerful ones claim different areas to rule over and kill any other vampire that trespasses,” Nickel explains.
“Fucking leeches and their politics,” Brick mutters.
Leeches. Ha, I get it.
“Thaddeus claimed Manhattan a few centuries ago,” Eagle says. “Right around the time our ancestors were coming over in boats. He’s held the territory against all rivals all this time. He’s one of the more powerful leeches in existence. I can think of only a few older and stronger than him.”
“There’s Lucius out West,” Nickel murmurs. “He holds more territory. Vegas, most of California.”
“He’s now settled in Arizona. But he still holds California,” Eagle says.
“Maybe we call him and ask him if he wants to hold New York, too,” Jake says. “Pit them against each other.”
“And owe another leech a favor? No. When Thaddeus reached out, what did he say?” Brick asks. He runs a soothing hand up my back. I’m not the one who needs soothing–he is. And I’m not entirely sure why. Why do vampires make him so upset?
“He's invited you to an official audience,” Billy says.
“There’s no way I’m bringing my mate to that club,” Brick snarls.
“Wait, why? He just wants us to visit?” I say. “That doesn’t sound like a big deal.” I mean, it sounds formal and stuffy, something out of Regency England, but this guy does call himself a king.
“No,” Brick grits out. “No way.” His eyes are bright, and so are everyone else's. Their wolves are close to the surface. My heart speeds up as my body reacts to being in a room full of predators. I force myself to take a deep breath. I want to remain calm.
“Maybe we can kill him,” Vance mutters.
“No, we need him,” Eagle says, and the room erupts with arguments.
“Why?” I ask.
“The devil you know–”
“They’re all crazy. At least Thaddeus is crazy in a way we understand.”
“We need to remain in good standing with him.”
Brick remains silent, glowering at nothing. He’s far away, in a place I don’t understand.
I don’t like it. We’re supposed to be a team.
I’ve had enough of this.
“Oi!” I shout over the cacophony of voices. “Whistle.” I don’t even have to pull my weapon out of my pocket. They all wince and shut up.
“Tell me what the big deal is. Why can’t we just go meet with him and get this over with?”
“Other than the fact that we don't kowtow to a leech. Even a king,” Billy says.
“We can spin it as a friendly meeting. We’ll just avoid inviting him for dinner and drinks,” I joke, but no one laughs.
“It's not that simple,” Nickel says. “Thaddeus is eccentric–”
“All vampires are eccentric,” Vance puts in.
“He is eccentric even for a vampire,” Nickel amends. “The more powerful they are… the weirder they get…”
